Espresso-x Novels & Stories

but unfortunately some of the guy that came in were obviously trying to compensate for a multitude of sins. But he didn’t smell like that. It was different… hard to describe. Peppery. And sweet. Not like candy sweet but the way the perfect cup of espresso with two shots of mocha was. And maybe like mahogany wood… but none of it was especially overwhelming. Just there. Teasing my nose like nostalgia I couldn’t quite place. Why am I focusing so heavily on this?! Before I can think too hard, Ezekiel — is heading toward the front desk. My pulse spikes.

“And what kind of coffee would you like?” “I don’t know,” I answered thoughtfully. “What do you think is the best?” “That would be the Caramel Mocha.” She scribbled the order down on her notepad. “With two pumps of espresso if you want it strong.” “I’ll go with that.” I confirmed. “Two cups of Caramel Mocha, with two pumps of espresso.” “Coming right up.”

She would drink it, and for the following fifteen minutes, she would be resistant to torment and injury. The worker quickly went to the two women and heaved the espresso pot toward them, endeavoring to escape. It zoomed by Cecily's head and crushed a couple of books on the rack. The bubbling fluid splattered on the books. Before long, it started to consume the paper as though it were corrosive.

“Yes, you bet I am. So excited. I can’t wait to see the sign out front complete. You have the wording, right?” “I do indeed, right here.” He shows me the phone and I can read the email I sent him with the details and the font I want to use. I’ve chosen the curving lines and strokes of Brush Script. I love the way the letters flow and look almost old fashioned. “Thank you. Do you want a coffee or tea or a cold beverage?” I ask as I make my way towards where the new coffee machine stands. I’ve not spared any cost on the machine. After much deliberation, I chose a La Marzocco Linea simply because I’m a bit of a coffee buff and I want to be able to give my customers the best coffee experience to

Everything exactly as Stardust had described. At 1:55, Russio called a fifteen-minute break. Everyone stood and stretched. Headed for coffee or restrooms or phone calls. This was it. My window. I moved toward the coffee station. Casual. Unhurried. Just another person getting caffeine. Antonio was already there. Making his espresso with practiced precision. The ritual he never skipped. "Want one?" he asked. "I make the best espresso in the city." "No thanks. I'm a tea drinker."

The place though simple and sparse was tastefully designed with a lone concrete island table in the middle and an L-shaped countertop at the side which housed a mini bar, a microwave oven as well as an open cabinet full of junk food. Daniel’s eyebrows arched slightly at the sight of stuffed nachos and cheese rings. He had no idea his staff ate junk. He almost never mingled with his staff and usually got Pepper to make his coffee, and therefore had never set foot in the office pantry before. I need caffeine to clear my head…he thought and headed towards the coffee maker. There was a choice of latte, cappuccino, flat white and americano. What about espresso? Where was the espresso? How could a

He seemed to be generally friendly toward others. This indicated that he was a good person. After all, his harshness toward her might have been due to James. After a brief chat with Yolanda, Zach ordered a coffee macchiato and an espresso. The coffee macchiato was for Summer, while the espresso was for him. Although Summer wasn't particularly fond of coffee, she had a good understanding of it, thanks to Fred, who was an avid coffee enthusiast. The coffee macchiato, mixed with vanilla syrup and cream, was sweet and smooth. It was perfectly suited to a woman's taste.

Whenever Caleb, the barista who was working right now, had done an order, Lukas would first tell me which coffee was which, and then after a few rounds, he would quiz me in order to help me memorize everything on the menu. “You’re not making the coffee but it’s important for you to know the basics just in case a customer asks you something or would like your recommendation,” said Lukas when there was no one queueing. “So how many espresso shots is a Latte?” “Two,” I answered, recalling what he’d told me fifteen minutes ago. Judging from the way his lips turned upward into a smile, I’d nailed that one. “That’s right. How about a cappuccino?” It took me two seconds to remember. “One.”

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he suggested. Carissa wasn't particularly fond of the coffee at this quaint coffee shop. After casually perusing the menu, observing the prices, and noting Xavier's expression, she ultimately opted for an espresso, intending to make this financially strained CEO feel a pinch. This "minor pinch" also weighed heavily on him. "Just an espresso, please." Xavier looked at the price and it was four hundred and fifty talents. Carissa had already selected an item within that price range. As the host of today's "collaboration meeting," he couldn't afford to lose credibility, yet he couldn't exceed a certain budget.